The Mysterious Silence of a Cold Midwinter's Night

Nuptial darkness falls over my dying soul...
as this life seems worthless to me...
as mournful winds embrace the landscape with shadows, as I fall into sorrow, lost within the essence of the twilight...

The silence remembers me of past times long forgotten... her reflection drawn in the pallid dawn,
the scent of female poison, enthralling all my will and sense to live... secrets I would try to unveil, as long as I kept myself under her enchanting spell,
uncovering my dreams to her powerful existence...

She left this world in the dark shores of time,
taken by moaning streams under the stormy sky...
she looked the stars held upon the welkin, they seemed to dance moving to her fragrance,
hiding behind the clouds of infinity...

Now she wanders my heart full of sadness and grief
now I see her walking through my soul bent with weeping... as she sings to me...
brooding sadness upon her breast... in eternity she will forever be...

My cry now has gained the shape of wings,
and in silence shall I ever heavenward gaze,
as I fade within my darkest nightmares...
illusions of a timeless and eternal presence...
... Yet I shall not weep no more... just let me see yourself to smile... one last time...
so I can forever fly my shadownights... alone...

The night came and brought her funeral scent,
as I would fear she would go away...
... as brought darkness, now would bring the day, and I could see her smile again...
I can't die in sorrow, if she is still in me...
I can feel her in my arms when we embrace...
Her face was silentful pale, her eyes were as the crystal snows, and the night was dark... and my heart cried...
... Yet there is this silence...